Nocturnal Nostalgia
I open my eyes to the lovely smile on mom's face
and the tenderness in her gaze;
but why is there more silver
in her hair and more lines on her skin?
The pretty pink and purple Sanrio knickknacks
tell me I am back in the bedroom of my youth.
I get a whiff of mom's perfumed Spanish bath soap,
bringing a sense of comfort,
like the mouthwatering aroma of simmering chicken stew
wafting in from the kitchen.
As I inhale the floral scent of my cloud-white pillows,
I feel I am mom's young daughter again.
Feeling drowsy, I close my eyes to listen
to the haunting notes from the radio,
its soft melody competes with nature’s
night orchestra outside, where dusk has settled.
The boisterous laughter and baritone-voiced
banter of my brothers echo in my sleep.
Startled, I wake up from the dream. The fever’s gone;
in body and spirit I'm a strong adult again.
20 September 2015
Copyright © Kp Nunez | Year Posted 2015
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